I wish I wasn't so crooked
Jumping and leaping over things
And keeping secrets to my dark heart

I wish I wasn't so flaccid
I feel sulphuric acid
In my throat
I close my eyes and I see photos of burn victims
Clinging to their only infant children as they
gasp for air, they are riddled with confusion

Unfortunate life.

I am my own baby, I cling to my ****** as if it is some product of the demon.